A.N. Hi everyone! I've been skulking around the edges of FanFiction, enjoying reading fabulous stories and watching writers come up with incredible new ideas, and have finally decided to take the plunge and try writing one myself. This is my first story for FanFic. I am open to constructive criticism and ideas. This story is almost (hopefully) finished, so I hope to have my updates be fairly regular.
This is just the prologue, the first part of the "episode" where we start in the middle and things seem to be going wrong. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
I do not own Flashpoint, nor any of the characters therein. I have only borrowed them for a little while for entertainment purposes only.
Dangling from the roof of a forty story building, outside the thirty-fifth story window, he presses the trigger button and the windows keeping the SRU out, shatter. The bang of the blast slams into his ears and all appears to go be going well, but then, as he prepares to enter the room, something goes wrong. He can feel the impact of the bullet hitting his chest long before the echo of the shot reverberates in his already ringing ears. The bullet punches through his vest with contemptuous ease, mocking the Kevlar that is supposed to keep him safe, and lodging itself firmly in his body: a place where no bullet belongs. It is only moments later that he feels another impact, and a second metal cylinder slices into his chest, coming to rest very close to the first. He feels his grip on the line he is attached to (his literal life line) go slack and immediately his stomach surges upward as his body quickly descends on a rapid one way trip to meet the ground. There is little time for his life to flash before his eyes, in fact the only image he sees is the snow covered ground rushing up to meet him; the snow is beautiful, but it will do little to cushion his body from the four hundred and twenty foot drop. The pain in his chest magnifies as he twists in the air and his vision begins to fade. But, known for his stubbornness, the release from pain that unconsciousness offers waits just long enough for him to hear a resounding CRACK!... then all is nothing.